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no good.
I thought you were my best friend
I guess what was It lie
you call me a wanna be and I don't know why
you can't tell it to my face you only hide
I hope your happy this is my last good bye
cause i'm sick of the lies the late nite crys
Your back stabing self makes me hope you'd die.
I guess what was It lie
you call me a wanna be and I don't know why
you can't tell it to my face you only hide
I hope your happy this is my last good bye
cause i'm sick of the lies the late nite crys
Your back stabing self makes me hope you'd die.
Published 5th Jul 2011
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